The It Boy

The Beginning

     As I locked the door and began to sing as I always did during my free hour in school. A bang came from the hall. Not to my surprise, it was Dylan being pushed into his locker by some jocks. The jocks were always messing with Dylan for being gay. They would say cruel things and push him around. One day back in 8th grade Dylan came out to his best friend James who he thought was gay as well. Dylan had a huge crush on James. When Dylan tried to kiss him at 8th-grade banquet James freaked out and called him a freak. The next day at school James and some of his friends beat Dylan up and told everyone in school that he was gay. Since then Dylan has been bullied every day by James and the other jocks. Dylan has grown to the daily bullying. I've tried to help but Dylan doesn't want me to. We've grown into best friends, not sure really how it happened I just one day was talking with him about school dances where then that lead to hours of talking about any and everything. I ran over to Dylan to help him gather his things. He thanked me and we walked back to the music room where I had left my bag. We sat in the music room for the rest of our free hour before Dylan had to go back to normal classes. After the free hour, I would have lunch so it was like I had two free hours before I had to go back to class. Dylan had to go to an extra class for design because he wants to be a fashion designer so at lunch I usually sit outside under a tree by myself. Sometimes if I am feeling like having entertainment ill sit at a picnic table and watch Becky's act stupid towards the jocks. It's like my own personal game of kiss, marry, kill to see if I can tell who is going to end up together as a couple, or as a hookup. So far I'm always right.

     As the bell rang I said goodbye to Dylan and headed to lunch. I did my regular routine and walked to my tree. I slid my myself along with my notebook and lunch down beneath the tree and enjoyed my lunch, well for the most part. My lunch was pasta and meatballs but the question was what was the meat in the meatballs I mean come on those things could kill a bear if it ate it. Besides the point but as I tried to keep down what the school calls pasta and meatballs I began to write in my notebook and watch some of the football team throw a ball around. I was writing in my notebook when the football came flying over and hitting me in the head. I can't remember what happened after that only that I woke up to Eric carrying me to a table. Eric was one of the football players and not any football player the caption of the football team. Everyone loved him, every girl wanted him, every boy wanted to be him. Even the teachers were jealous of him. I never talked to him since he was popular and I'm not part of that crowd. I had classes with him but I usually work alone or with Dylan. When we finally got to the table, I sat down rubbing my head.

"Are you okay?" Eric asked as he bent down

As I looked up I could tell from his face that he was concerned about me.

I answered in a quiet voice "I think so"

As I tried to stand up Eric quickly said "no" then looking down gave me his hands and said, "slowly, you don't want to faint." He helped me up then held out his hands to make sure I wouldn't fall.

"How are you doing? Eric asked when I was finally standing up all the way.

I looked up at him and said "Fine thanks"

"You should really get some ice for that"

"Yeah, probably," I said as I laughed a little.

"I'll help you," Eric stated

"Are you sure?" "Classes are about to start" "Your going to be late," I asked

"Definitely" " That's the least I can do, I hit you with a football" Eric said handing me my notebook.

"Okay, thank you," I said as I started to smile too big that I started to think I looked crazy.

When we finally got to the office I got ice for my head and was about to leave to get my stuff for English class.

Eric stopped me and said, "Sorry again, see you in Algebra class."

"No problem, oh yeah see you then," I said shyly.

As Eric started walking away I thought to myself "He knows I'm in his class. Omg, he knows I'm In his class." but at the same time I thought to myself "I'm never going to talk to him again." I walked to my locker, grabbed my thing and when to class. This was going to be a long rest of the day I stated as I rubbed my head.